okay. wrap up
dipshit pig face made a blatant insult in our class's fb group. to me, nonetheless (what the heck is poop? i feel downright insulted. she can't come up with anything better than that? and what's this about me having low creativity in ncae? i suppose she was attacking my weakness and ncae faux pas. funny...but that never seemed to jeopardize my candidacy for graduation, did it?)
i feel like pulling my hair out 'coz I think i'm entitled to feel even the slightest annoyance
yeah, that's a normal reaction
but stupid of me to retort with an indirect comeback on my wall. still, i should know better than to fight back...
thinking about it now...i don't feel bad anymore. I've taken worse insults in colorful strings of curses.
and really, her? she ain't worth my time. i know what i am, and i am better than her...and for a number of reasons. (for one, she could do something about her nauseating accent that makes her sound like a diseased cancer patient dying of diarrhea instead...and her disgusting hair and uggh, her face that could use 10 years' worth of ex foliating cream)
compared to her, i know better than to waste my time being a pig, hoisting up my legs in some innocent person's chair (ON WHICH THEY SIT) and making fun and shit of other people.
I can't wait till karma bitch-slaps her across the cheek in the most painful way possible. What goes around, comes around. and i leave it to cosmic forces to secure me my own form of vengeance without sullying my principles.
I'm done thinking about them. I'm counting days till graduation. She can try to hurt me all she wants.
pero hanggang FB lang siya, hanggang salita lang
What I can do in the future is much much more awesome than she will ever be
'sides...some time in the future, she'll be groveling at my feet for screwing me, hell yeah.
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Ever felt that you're...well, not really being 'betrayed' That seems like an awful word. Just...distrusted? I don't know. I can't seem to trust just as much. I feel like I've learned my lesson.
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To all those who had to see this in passing, I am terribly sorry if inappropriate rants and bitching cringed you. I wouldn't want to take this down because I feel like I've typed this down out of practice. And it suddenly felt good to put all my frustration and blood and gore into writing instead of walking up to her and start a cat fight.
I figured...my parents and friends are right. I'm days away from graduation and there's no way I'll be seeing her royal shitness in a long, long time. I should be all jovial and focused on being with my friends instead of crying to them what's wrong about me (or what's really normal that I should prolly get used to). My mom and dad, especially, just prepared a condo that I'd get to live with by December. With blood, sweat and tears, they give me all that's necessary to help me achieve my dreams. I don't see how a person who's not all that should hinder me.